PSALM 142:1,5,6,7
I cried unto the Lord with my voice
With my voice unto the Lord,
Did I make my supplication
I cried unto thee, O Lord
I said
Thou art my refuge
and my portion
in the land of the living
Attend unto my cry
For I am brought very low
Deliver me from my persecutors
For they are stronger than I
Bring my soul out of prison
That i may praise thy name
The righteous shall compass me about
For thou shalt deal bountifully
With me